poem – Procession –

 

Well water and wild blackberries,
a smile like the side of a broad bean.

From Lammas to November,
this quarter, from Solstice to Autumn,
curved and rippled discontinuity,
stumbling flux. The Laws
of Physics need not apply.

We danced in A minor, 129 bpm
head get you out
.jam.packed.tight.cramped.
grutching, subterranean.

Tonight, drenched atoms hustle,
spin, create colour. 2 tracks
from the same album.

Cherry acoustic songs stray through darkness,
through dunes and drift, wood and surf.
A morning song, a melody,
a hawk hawk from gangs of gulls.

Now there’s sand in the bed.

.
[02 SEP 2009]

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